Avalonia

I am just a fragile mass
in the Avalon island, dawn and shadows
that were called Ynis Withrin
All the secret dreams of a dream life
are in the white and red fountain,
in the tree of the unskinned Tailiesin
in the aples of the land.
Prares to gods and goddesses
hiden behind the mists
3 meters down the humid ground
are the priests and the priestesses...
And the wise druids...
But the gifts are still around
There is a hoard disappeared
in the humbleness of the souls
Until that treasure be bareheaded,
Hope in divinity remain and stills
some of you’re lifes survive
some of you’re lifes She kills